Arlo Jones is a badass millionaire rock star with the world at his feet. He lives the “sex, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll” lifestyle to the max, and believes in working hard and playing harder. He’s a man who always gets what he wants, especially when it comes to women. Until he meets London.

She’s a damaged dancer not looking to fall.

All London Llwellyn wants is to rebuild her life following the tragic car accident that robbed her of her fiancé, and ended her career as a professional ballet dancer. She’s working two jobs to scrape together the cash to set up her own studio, and reinvent herself as a photographer. The last thing she wants is to get involved.

Arlo promises to always be there to catch her, but can London trust him enough to let herself fall?

MV ELLIS knows what it’s like to fall head over heels in love with a badass musician. She followed her heart halfway around the world to be with one. She moved from London to Sydney after a steamy holiday romance with a sexy bass player in sultry Brazil.

Twelve years, two children and a dog later, and she’s still smitten. All this with a guy she sat next to on a bus for 36 hours! She has toured internationally as a “WAG,” and her experiences inspire her writing.

Ellis’s love of romance began when she was 11 years old, after a summer spent secretly reading her auntie’s books. She’s been a sucker for an alpha hero and strong heroine ever since.

An avid reader, Ellis always knew she’d write a book of her own one day. She was right about that. Following a career spanning advertising, marketing, and social media, she finally wrote Catching London in 2017.

I would never forget the first fatality I had while on the job. It was staple gunned into my mind – plaguing me, haunting me. I watched as the life of a mother was snuffed out, feeling her last breath escape her lips in the freezing rain in the middle of the road.

Early evening, in terrible weather with black ice covering the asphalt, my partner and I got the call. I had been on the job for only a few months – needless to say I was not prepared for what we were about to encounter. I was a young buck, fearless, ready to be the big bad hero – swoop in and save the damsel in destress. What a fucking joke that idea was. Up until that point, the worst that I had dealt with was a drug bust gone wrong were a UC was shot in the shoulder by a kingpin. That was child’s play compared to what I was about to witness.

With lights flashing, my partner pushed the engine of our squad car to her limits – flying down the road to the intersection. It only took minutes and we were on the scene. Off in the distance, the whaling of horns and blaring of sirens signaled that the ambulance and firetruck were already in route to our aid. We were the first to arrive out of all responding units and I wished that that hadn’t been the case.

The scene was what you’d expect from a damn movie. An eighteen-wheeler was jackknifed, slid off onto the shoulder with a four door Sudan plastered to its grill like a damn bug stuck in the grate. The entire driver’s side of the car was smashed in, the horn was blaring, the windshield was blown out. The driver had been expelled from the car, the passenger’s head was a bloody mess on the side window. Neither were moving. The truck driver whaled in agony as he frantically tried to open the cab’s door.

“Sir! Try to remain calm!” My parented was a senior officer, he knew what he was doing. He sprang into action as I froze in my seat Get the woman!” Todd screamed at me as he flew out of the driver’s seat. “I’ll try to get the girl out of the car.”

I rushed to the lady that was sprawled out on the frozen pavement, her limbs thrown about as she lay on her back, gasping for air.

Looking down into her pleading eyes, I tried to figure out what to say. But, what do you say when you know that someone is fighting for their life? How the fuck are you supposed to comfort a stranger when they are dying right in front of you?

“Ma’am. Can you tell me your name?” I asked trying to assess her injuries.

She started to gurgle as blood poured from her lips. Her skin drained of color. Her body shook. Her eyes got wide. I pulled her mangled, bloody body into my arms, rocking her while trying to comfort her last moments on this earth.

“You’re going to be all right. The paramedics are on their way. You’re going to be all right.” I repeated it over and over until the EMTs were rushing to my aid. They were too late. She had slipped between the cracks.

In pouring down, freezing rain, I felt her last breath leave her lungs. I watched as she blinked for the last time. I held her as she cried for us to save her daughter. In her last seconds, she was completely selfless. Her love for her daughter was at the forefront of her mind. That is true love. Right there, I learned what true love looked like in its final moments.

About the Author:

I am just an average twenty-something following my dreams. I have a full time “day job” and by night I am an author. I guess you could say that writing is like my super power (I always wanted one of those). I am the lover of wine, sushi, football and the ocean; that is when I am not wrapped up in the literary world.

Please feel free to contact me to chat about my writing, books you think I’d like or just to shoot the, well you know.

A portion of all my royalties are donated to The Marcie Mazzola Foundation.

One day two years ago I buried a ghost, a man who had haunted me throughout my life.

That night two years ago I seized my one chance and shared my bed with the girl I’d secretly adored from the time we were kids. The woman I’d never dared hope would be mine.

She was too good, too pure.

I was hard, rough. A Navy SEAL. A killer.

All we had was a few stolen hours before life and family destroyed the fantasy.

Now I’ve returned to Denver to sell my family home, the last step in breaking free of my past…until I find I’m nowhere near done.

Not with Sophie. Not with my past. And not with the secret she was desperate to hide from me.

But I’m not the only one who has unfinished business with Sophie.

I’ll need every one of my killer instincts to protect what is mine.

**The SEALs Secret Baby is a quick and naughty page turner involving an obsessed alpha hero, a sassy heroine, and enough insta-love and sizzling romantic suspense to melt your kindle. HEA and no cheating in this emotional tale.

About the Author:

I'm an author of bad boy romance. Give me an unshaven alpha whose "rough around the edges" manner hides a tender side (hidden way deep down) and I'm hooked. Have him prepared to fight to protect what's his and I'm SOLD! I can't wait to share my tattooed alpha heroes with you!

When ex-marine Georgia Bennett left the military for high-end private security, it was supposed to soften her snarky attitude. Instead, her short fuse just earned her a punishment of an assignment: protect smart-ass tech genius and Department of Defense contractor Parker Livingston. It should have been easy—only no one warned Georgia that Parker was one seriously drop-dead-gorgeous geek.

The last thing Parker needs is a bodyguard, especially not one with killer curves and a sassy mouth who tempts him to do something incredibly stupid. He’s too busy investigating whoever is turning his technology against him and threatening his team of covert operatives. But when an assassin sends Georgia and Parker running for their lives, it might just be the explosive sexual chemistry and the trust that’s building between them that saves their necks. Because the only thing more dangerous than the combination of Parker’s intellect and Georgia’s aim is their steadfast desire to protect each other, no matter the cost.

Parker had done a lot of stupid things in his life, but he hadn’t enjoyed a single one of them nearly as much as he enjoyed kissing the hell out of Georgia Bennett. When he’d challenged her to prove her skills, he’d expected her to fail—and fail miserably—within the first five minutes. Yet Georgia had stormed in, taken control, and marched across the digital landscape, wreaking havoc and mounting a body count like it was easy. Now Parker was facing down the sudden realization that the bossy, smart-mouthed bodyguard just flat-out did it for him. And, to make matters worse, now she worked for him. Well, technically he supposed she worked for Ethan, which was worse, but whatever. He had to cooperate. Something he rarely did, at least not on purpose.

As they moved back through his lab in a frenzy of searching kisses and discarded equipment, Parker couldn’t find it in himself to care. Georgia kissed the way she did everything else—like she was absolutely certain there was no one in the world who was her equal. And as Parker slid his fingers beneath her sweater, dipping and sliding along the groove between hip and taut, sexy abs, he was inclined to agree with her.

Nothing to lose, he pulled her back through the doorway to his loft and pressed her against the brick wall with enough force to drive a breathy little moan that aimed straight for his cock. She threw her head back the moment he left her mouth, scraping his two-day stubble across the underside of her jaw and toward the sensitive skin beneath her ear. He drew a deep, intoxicating breath. Damn, how he wished it were summer. The scent of her—fresh rain and something darker, edgier—swamped him. Were the weather warm, she’d be pressed against him in a tank top, the dangerously tempting curve of her breasts exposed and on offer. He’d never wished for the damp heat of a Baltimore summer, but God he wanted one now.

He used his teeth and tongue, nipping at her earlobe, then soothing the sting. She froze, as if caught between the urge to challenge him and the desire to see what he’d do next. Sense told him this was a dangerous game—one he was poorly equipped to win. Desire insisted he play anyway. He pulled back to look at her. Her eyes dilated as he lived dangerously and trailed his hands up the outside of her breasts, skimming against curves he wanted to grip with a desperation he’d never experienced. He let his thumbs stroke and circle and allowed his mind to imagine what her skin would taste like. She didn’t move, barely breathed. What would it take to break that control? To elicit a reaction?

Was it indecision or surprise that held her still? He dipped a thumb toward a nipple, tracing the edge of lace he couldn’t see but could oh-so-easily imagine. What will it take, Georgia? What button did he have to push, what switch did he need to flip, to set her alight? To strip her bare and ignite the desire he saw simmering just beneath the surface? She was holding back, unconsciously restraining the impulse to push, to flip their positions and take what she needed from him. He wanted to be the guy who brought that out in her, the guy who got to be on the receiving end of an unbridled, uninhibited Georgia Bennett.

Elizabeth Dyer likes her heroines smart and snarky, and her heroes strong and sexy. An attorney and recent coffee devotee, Elizabeth spends the majority of her time tucked into a corner table at Starbucks or pinned beneath her (overly affectionate) bullmastiff. When she isn’t working or wrestling the dog, you can usually find Elizabeth writing the types of sexy, suspenseful books she most loves to read.

A born-and-bred Texan, Elizabeth resides in Dallas, where she indulges in Netflix marathons, Instagramming her dog, and brunch. Definitely brunch. Adorably awkward, Elizabeth hates the phone as much as she loves all the social-media things and hearing from her readers. Follow her on Twitter (@lizdyerwrites) or Instagram (@elizabethdyerwrites).

How can Harper be sweet when all she wants to do is give them a taste of her honey?

She's in trouble. Big trouble. Mafia big.

Harper Larson works. Hard. She's had no breaks in life, but that only drives her to put it all on the line. Nothing's going to stop her from succeeding at building her catering business. At least until she gets mixed up with the Irish mafia. There's only one person...no, two, who will help her stay alive. Dane and Leo.

One look at Harper's sweet curves and irresistible body is all it takes to make two alpha males hungry, and not for food. They know she's going to be theirs. One taste and there's no going back. And when witnessing more than she bargained for puts her life at risk, they'll do whatever it takes to protect her.

Warning: Panty melting with two hot heroes and a heroine who's too sweet for her own good. This MFM is all about the woman. No M/M.

EXCERPT:

Dropping my mouth to her shoulder, I kissed my way across it to her neck, then up to settle at the sweet spot behind her ear. “She taste like sugar?” I asked, my mouth watering for a turn on my knees.

Dane lifted his head, looked up at us with a glistening mouth. “Fuck, yes.”

About the Authors:

BELLA LOVE-WINS is a Wall Street Journal (Begging for Bad Boys, April, 2017) and USA Today (Begging for Bad Boys, Alpha for the Holidays, Shifters in the Snow: Bundle of Joy, Shifters in the Shadows) Bestselling Author.

She loves reading and writing steamy, high-action romance stories about firefighters, billionaires, and alpha males who know what they want and aren’t afraid of laying claim to the women who catch their interest. She loves a happy ever after ending. She enjoys reading, hiking, the countryside, and traveling to destinations unspoiled by commercial tourism, like Las Vegas…

Like so many characters in her novels, she enjoys action, romance and unexpected love connections that take your breath away. For the next while, you’ll find her plotting and writing about my latest stories on my Macbook.

VANESSA VALE is the USA Today Bestselling author of over 30 books, sexy romance novels, including her popular Bridgewater historical romance series and hot contemporary romances featuring unapologetic bad boys who don’t just fall in love, they fall hard. When she’s not writing, Vanessa savors the insanity of raising two boys, is figuring out how many meals she can make with a pressure cooker, and teaches a pretty mean karate class. While she’s not as skilled at social media as her kids, she loves to interact with readers.

I gave up on love twenty years ago, when my fairytale ending was ripped out of my hands. These days I want hot sex, and that’s it. Jameson Beck is experienced, confident, and so sexy it should be a sin— a perfect distraction from the murder trial taking over my life. Now I’m expected to work with him every day and ignore his never-ending advances? Yeah, right. I can’t keep my distance, not even with Jameson threatening everything I’ve worked for the past ten years.

Olivia Roberts is the epitome of a blonde bombshell. She’s hot, feisty, and isn’t afraid to talk dirty. She fights me at every turn, but that only makes me want her more. Too bad she’s the one person standing between me and the partnership I’d do anything for. Now Olivia is making me question it all. I thought my career was enough. I thought I didn’t need love. But now I don’t think I can live without it.

Paige Fieldsted lives in Utah with her husband, son Mason, and Willy
the pug. She has been writing for as long as she can remember and
eventually pursued a career in journalism before leaving her job as a
reporter for a job in communications, where the hours aren’t as long
and the stress isn’t as high. When she’s not writing or working, Paige
loves watching sports, especially football, cooking, having
impromptu dance parties in the kitchen with her toddler, singing
loudly in the car and reading.